#post traumatic stress disorder

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TRAUMATIZED -  available here: https://geni.us/Bfak0j Today I’m sharing 7 ways we can help someone with PTSD (also known as post traumatic stress disorder) because, frequently I’m asked by members of our community how they can help those they love, or they feel like they are always doing the wrong things and want to know how to make it right. These 7 tips I’m offering today are very helpful, but I really dive into these topics deeper in my new book Traumatized, so if this is something you really need support with, I strongly suggest really digging deeper here to best support our loved ones. In this video I’ll talk a little bit through PTSD symptoms, PTSD support, how to help someone with PTSD, and so much more. 

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To learn more about PTSD: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL_loxoCVsWqzLptVD96E-DOlzWhbXT_H8 

“How’s it feel?

How’s it feel to be so loved?

How’s it feel to be so loved, yet so alone?”

We did a good thing. But it is going to take some getting used to. So many more are active now. We still don’t know who everyone is. ✌️☝️… So sex is more awkward now. Oh… Fuckin… We’ll tag it with “TMI” or some shit. Right… DMT! I, Malice got us over our fear… Well THEIR fear. Not mine. That’s why I could do it when they couldn’t. Someone was pushing us really fucking hard to do DMT. We don’t know who. But We HAD to. We had no choice. The Gobos kept trying to front for whatever reason. Animal, Teen and I had to keep pulling them out. They were so scared But they were being so BRAVE! I, We want The Gobos to know that We, Animal, Teen and Malice are so very proud of you. You never have to do anything like that though. We will always protect you. No matter what happens. Okay? You brave little souls have no need to worry. You are completely protected from harm. Someone else is here with us. They seem to really care about The Gobos as well. So… Umm… See? You guys are safe!

I never had a childhood, or the chance to be innocent, that was ripped away. I never had the chance to know how it felt to be truly loved and validated, how to grow up healthy and experience the joys of it. I missed out, I was fucking robbed and I grew up a broken, empty shell that I am only now learning how to fill.

Im so sick of this pandemic and how common eugenics is just constantly now. I have spent the evening crying and actually most of the day crying because of how little people care about how so many have just died so quickly.

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